Goodbye

We buried my grandmother today. She was well in 94th* year. No, we didn't bury her here, or this had anything to do with it, but for some reason I didn't feel like taking pictures of the rest of the day. Weird, never have that really.

* She was 94, so that should be her 95th year obviously, but that would be confusing. Also, this is probably confusing. But well. Lets just say she was born in 1918 and leave it at that.